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'Oh, you must see that is impossible. The girl will fight to the
death against it. Besides, it would be thoroughly inartistic. No, no.
My intention is to bring about an elopement; and then to discover
that you are Frank's father. You see? You're old enough. He's only
twenty-two, and you're over forty. The invention of antecedents and
the getting up evidence will be most engrossing. Of course I'll
intercept these young people, and drive them to the very last
resource. It will do them any amount of good.'
Briscoe put up his hand warningly, and Lee turned his head and
saw
Clacher standing behind him.
'Certainly,' said Lee, rising. 'You can have this room to yourself,
and I shall send you whiskey.'
'I think I'll go to bed,' said Briscoe. 'I'm very tired; and I'll have an
early start to-morrow.'
'Come out and smoke a cigar with me first,' said Lee. And then in
a whisper, 'I want you to help me. They may arrive any moment.'
'Of course,' replied Briscoe, in the same tone, clenching his fists. 'I
forgot that.'
DEMPSTER APOLOGISES
Miss Jane ignored him, and pressed open her book, which was
new and stiff.
'I don't; I'm not looking,' said the lady sharply, disconcerting
Dempster terribly.
'If you would look you would see me,' he said nervously, as
several watch-springs seemed to break out of bounds in various
parts of his anatomy.
Miss Jane looked over the top of her book. She saw him collapsed
before her with abased eyes, and was satisfied. So she hid her face
again, smiling, and said coldly, 'I have seen you.'
'Well, and say ill, Mr. Dempster,' said Miss Jane, unable to resist
the chance which she had long desired to take. 'These kind of
people often make more mischief than ill-doers,' she added.
'I'll not rise till you forget,' said Dempster with pitiful resignation,
his various members barely hanging together. The poor fellow was in
deader earnest than even Miss Jane supposed, as will shortly appear.
'But I cannot forget,' said the lady. 'Thought is free, and self-willed
besides, Mr. Dempster.'
'How am I to forget?' she said. 'Tell me that, and I'll try. I suppose
you have not forgotten what you said—very bitter words for any
woman to digest. You would as soon think of marrying me as of
marrying a young hoyden, who, from what I can make out, had just
rejected you with insult; and the tone of voice—the tone of voice!
But rise, Mr. Dempster.'
'I won't,' he said, looking her right in the face, and wondering that
he had never noticed before how silky her brown hair was, and how
kindly her brown eyes. 'I won't. Forget and then I'll rise.'
'Just as easily as I can rise. The mind is like legs; it can be bent
and unbent.'
Now Miss Jane was not very much of a prude; but Dempster was
becoming too confident. He must be brought low again. So she lifted
her book and said 'Shocking!'
Miss Jane hid her face completely, but it was to conceal a smile.
Dempster smoothed his cheeks with both hands and held his head
for a second or two, all of him gathered up in a more powerful effort
to think than he had ever made in his life before.
'Ah!' he cried, after a second, pulling the book from Miss Jane's
face as a child might have done, 'I think I'm going to have an idea.'
'You don't mean to say so!' said Miss Jane, leaning forward again
in the same neat, pleasant way, with a laugh that was almost girlish.
'Yes.'
He had been about a foot from her, and he now scraped along the
ground on his knees until he almost touched hers.
'You might try to say something of that kind,' she said, blushing,
and with a little gasp. Now that it seemed to be coming she was put
out; but, like a brave woman having her last chance, she kept her
position and smiled encouragingly.
Then he knitted his brows and rubbed his head. His serpentine
faculty was in abeyance—these involuntaries of his had to cease in
order that he might once in his life attempt to think.
As for Miss Jane, she was mistaken in imagining that he had the
least notion of making love to her. He valued her only as a friend,
and had splashed into the quicksand of a proposal of marriage
without knowing it. She thought, however, that he only needed a
touch to make him bury himself, like a flounder, head over ears in a
declaration of love and an offer of his hand and heart; so she gave
him that touch softly and sweetly.
'You said,' quoth she, 'with the utmost disdain, that you would as
soon think of marrying me as my insolent niece.'
Miss Jane bent forward, and put her head on his left shoulder, and
her hand on his right.
Then she buried her face in his neck, she did, the stupid, soft-
hearted creature, and whispered, 'Oh, the torture of wooing you for
Muriel! But now I have my reward!'
And she did think this as she said it, although it had never
occurred to her before.
'I adore your modesty,' she whispered. 'Trust me, trust me. I will
love you till death.'
Here the door opened briskly and Mrs. Cherry, the housekeeper,
burst into the room.
'Losh me! Miss Chartres!' she cried, as the pair scrambled to their
feet.
'Mrs. Cherry,' said Miss Jane, with great presence of mind, in spite
of a distinct tremor in her voice, 'since you have seen, I may as well
tell you. Mr. Dempster is going to marry me. But why did you come
in without knocking, and what do you want?'
'Maister Shaw,' she said, twiddling her thumbs, 'wis a fine man.
The cliverest, godliest, brawest Christian, an' a gentleman though he
merrit me. He could write, ay, an' coont, mind ye, for a' the warl' as
weel as ony bairn o' fourteen in thae' days when a'body's brats gang
to the schule. An' for readin'—losh, wumman!—he would sit
glowerin' at a pipper a nicht wi' the interestedest look in his een—
sae dwamt-like that ye wad hae' thocht he didna' ken a word.'
'I thocht I heard a scart at the windy, an' somethin' gie a saft
thump on the gravel.'
'Ne'er a bit o't. Some maukin loupin' alang, or mebbe a rotten or a
moosie clawin' in the wa' tae let us ken it's time we were beddit, and
the hoose quate, for it tae come oot an' pike the crumbs on the
flare, an toast its bit broon back in the ase. I mind fine sitting at oor
ingle ae Januwar nicht wi' Maister Shaw. He had a pipper, an' I was
knittin'. There was nae soond but the wag-at-the-wa' tick-tickin', like
an artifeecial cricket with the busiest, conthiest birr, an' my wairs
gaun clickaty-click, when I heard a cheep, cheep. Maister Shaw an'
me lookit up thegither, an' there we saw, sittin' on the bar fornent
the emp'y side—for the chimbley was that big we aye keepit a fire in
the half o't only—the gauciest, birkiest, sleekest wratch o' a moose,
cockin' its roon' pukit lugs, an' keekin' by the corners o' naethin' wi'
its bit pints o' een. By-an'-bye it gied anither chirp, an' syne we
heard a kin' o' a smo'ored cheepin' at the back o' the lum; an' in a
gliffin' seeven wee bonny moosikies happit oot a hole that naebody
wad hae' thocht o' bein' there, an' crooched in a raw, winkin' on their
minnie. I lookit at Maister Shaw, an' he turn't up his een like a deid
blaeck in the dumfooderdest way; an' his pipper gied the gentiest
sough o' a rooshle; an' whan we lookit at the grate again we just got
a glint o' the wairy tail o' the big moose weekin' intae its hole. But
lord hae' mercy! What's that?'
Twice a sound similar to that which had first startled Mrs. Cherry
was repeated—a slight swish past the window, and a flop on the
gravel.
The two old ladies sat with their hands clasped and their mouths
open. Neither of them had the courage to pull up the blind, and
watch if on a third repetition the sound should be accompanied by
any sight. In a few seconds a louder, harder thud, preceded by no
rubbing on the window, and followed by a noise as of some one
running on the gravel, appalled the two old dames. Screaming, they
flew to the kitchen, where Mrs. Cherry left her friend, and hurrying
to the dining-room, in her fright threw open the door without
announcing herself, and interrupted so interesting a tete-a-tete.
This is what she saw: Lee and Briscoe carrying the body of a man
—who might be dead or unconscious, and whose face was covered
with a handkerchief—and followed by a tall comely woman, sobbing
bitterly. They passed upstairs. Miss Jane, Dempster, and the
housekeeper were still standing at the door of the dining-room,
amazed and silent, when Lee came down.
'Very well, Henry,' said Miss Jane, even more loftily, 'you know
your own affairs best. By-the-bye,' she added, as if it were a matter
of course, 'from what Mrs. Cherry tells me, I think Muriel has jumped
out of the window.'
'By Jove! Where should she go?'
'To be sure.'
She was much huffed, but withdrew into the dining-room with
Dempster, and the housekeeper returned to her room.
In this way Briscoe had taken the lead, reducing Lee to the
necessity of acting along with him for the nonce.
CHAPTER X
Frank sat on the north wall watching the moon through the
leaves. Her light was faint, for the skirts of the day still swept the
west. He had watched her for half an hour—the pale crescent, which
even in that short time had seemed to wane, as her light waxed and
her horns grew keener on the night's front—the high forlorn hope of
heaven's host that could not all that month drive out the day. He sat
under the close silence of the elm, among whose leaves there crept
the faint, veiled murmur of the seaboard, fingered by the brooding
surges as they beat out their slow, uncertain, soft-swelling music.
Now and again there came, twining among the mellow notes of the
water, from some far field the corncrake's brazen call, and made the
gold ring stronger. These sounds, the pale moonlight, the night, and
the idea of Muriel, possessed him to the exclusion of thought.
Passion rendered him impassive, and he waited without impatience.
Slowly pealing from the tower in Gourock, ten strokes told the hour.
A crackling twig, a footstep, a rustle, and Muriel was beside him.
Nothing was said till she had recovered her breath; then her voice,
timed unconsciously to the rippling accompaniment of the waves,
whispered clear, 'When you had gone, my father locked me in my
room. The thought of waiting-and-waiting here all night would soon
have made me mad, so I got out by the window. I threw out a
cushion, and then I was frightened. But after a little my courage
came back again, and then I threw over two more, and dropped
down quite soft. I don't know whether any one saw or heard me;
but you wanted me, and I'm here. See, I tore my dress.'
Her breath came quick; she took his arm, and looked at him
intently.
'Then you will understand why his house is not for you.'
She had only a look with which to answer, and he did not think it
satisfactory.
'You must come away with me,' said Frank hoarsely. 'See, I would
have you what is called elope, and I am scrupulous. I do not know if
such an action can be justified by our position even to ourselves.
Your father has no scruples. Conceive what he will do.'
'It does, it does. Step on the wall, and I will help you down.'
This command, and the action which accompanied it, roused her.
She had not fully realised the purpose that made his pleading so
earnest, until he seized her quickly, and lifted her towards the wall.
Lee grasped his whip tightly, and was ready for a spring.
At length her brow cleared. She rose and went to the wall. She
looked up and down the road and over her shoulder enchantingly.
Then she lifted her skirts over the wall and sat with her back to
Frank. In a second she turned round, and dropped with a little laugh
into the road. He sprang after her, and seized her hand. Lee
approached the wall, but still kept himself concealed.
'Muriel!' Frank whispered breathlessly.
'Frank,' she said, giving him her hand, 'I will do what you think
right. That's what I meant by coming over the wall—I am in your
hands. But first I will tell you what I think. My father wishes me to
marry his friend. That is all we know at present. If the time should
come when I must either obey my father or fly with you, you know
what I would do. But I do not see that that time can ever come.'
'Yes,' said he. 'But if your father should give you this alternative—
either to marry his friend or remain single?'
At length Frank said, 'You are here; you are beautiful; you are
hopeful; and you make me hopeful too. I have dreamt so long of
having you that I cannot, with you beside me, imagine our not being
married. But I force myself to remember your father's determined
tone, his cold-blooded sophistries. I heard the worst, most insolent,
most foul, most damnable——'
'Frank!'
'Most foolish talk fall from your father's lips about you, Muriel. It is
horrible to talk to you in this way; but I tremble when I think of your
being left to your father's tender mercies. Listen. I have challenged
him to keep you from me, and he has accepted the challenge. I
regret it now. He said that he would use every means; that he was
always armed to the teeth; so I resolved at once to run away with
you, and dared him. I have been rash—or should I save you in spite
of yourself?'
She looked at the ground, working with both hands at the buttons
of her dress. He had described her mental condition as well as his
own. His presence had cast into the shade the recollection of her
talk with Lee. The threat contained in what Lee had said about
'coming to the point and never returning to it' now assumed
portentous shape in her fancy, quickened by Frank's forebodings;
and the happy, trustful, resolved expression which her face had worn
when she climbed over the wall gave place to one of wretched
doubt.
'I am puzzled,' she said hastily, knitting her brows at the moon. 'I
cannot decide. I shall tell you how I am thinking, and then, perhaps,
I shall find out what it is right to think. It is clearer to think aloud.
Elopement! It is a bad, vulgar thing. It would be in all the papers—
forgive me, love! I am thinking that way. I can't help it. People
would joke about it as long as we lived. My father would never
forgive me. Frank—Frank Hay! I love him, and he loves me. My
father doesn't love me. Frank wants me to elope. What would it
matter about newspapers and society when we were married? I am
a foolish girl. It always comes round to this: would it be right just
now? Could it ever be right? Here I am in the road. You must
decide.'
Vacillation is not always the sign of a weak nature. The wind veers
round the compass, and then the gale sets in steadily. Frank had
never been on such a high sea of moral difficulty before. He had
some crew of principles; but they were not able-bodied, having slept
for the most part through the plain sailing of his life. When the
storm came the drowsy helmsman, Conscience, started up rubbing
his blinking eyes; and Will, the captain, had no order to give.
He climbed the wall, and held down his hands to Muriel. She put
one foot in a little hole; he pulled her up; and they were again under
the elm, Lee barely escaping discovery.
Now, just at the instant Frank gave Muriel his hands, and she
clambered up the wall with the grace of a wild thing and the
necessary free movements; just when her panting body was in his